Somewhere in Chicago is a landlord who still talks about it. It must have weighed an extra fifty pounds at least. Every little triangle shaped piece of tile had first been rolled out with clay then stamped with sea horses and star fish, put into a kiln, fired and hand painted. Rosie's masterpiece! Only the boys complained about it because of the dangerous lid that wouldn't stay open due to the thickness of the tile, but it flushed and was the coolest toilet on the block. Now that was a super bowl!